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Jason’s seen so many different kinds of fucked up shit in his traffic-light-colored suit, and yet the Ivy copycat somehow takes the throne. He’s orange, his hair sticking up in a green mess, like the tufts of a carrot.
Jay figures it’s because the guy didn’t believe the weight behind Ivy’s words and research. A misogynist who won’t believe women just because they’re women.
Ivy easily deflects yet another one of the guy’s attacks with a simple vine. She’s already explained to him that if he’d actually read her research he wouldn’t be a carrot now.
He won’t believe her.